"I wield my sword so another can sheathe his." 
 Personal Information
 Name: Alere Ruadhan
 Age: 18
Sex: Male
 Date of Birth: February 28
Hobby(s): cooking, reading and more recently woodcarving; an activity picked up from long running guard duties. He mostly makes small flutes but sometimes ventures into figurines, it's still a develloping skill though.

 Appearance: 
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(but with the uniform standard colours instead)
Alere is a tall solemn young man. Standing at 1.9 metres and weighing 90 kg; making him tower even above his seniors. His accompanying powerful physique make him an imposing figure. His tanned skin and honey-yellow eyes hint his lineage is tied to the desert dwelling folk.
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 Personality:
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 Alere is a rather grounded person, focusing on day to day things instead of dreaming about tomorrow. People tend to think he's a loner type preffering to be on his own, this mostly stems from the fact that he's not really talkative which again because of his stature tends to unsettle people.

 if one took the time to get to know him they would find him to be a very gentle figure, still helping out at the orphanage he grew up in. Even close friends may be surprised by his dry sense of humour, often earning him funny looks. He doesn't subscribe to dogma's, mostly because of those who had been enforced in his youth have already proven to be false. He will always form his own opinion on matters, eventhough he rarely lets them be known.[/hider]

 Biography: 
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Alere was found as an infant abandoned at Saint Cassiel orphanage, swaddled in expensive looking crimson cloth and little else, no letter or card. The sisters named him Alere which meant 'Light of Eyes', later in life he adopted the surname Ruadhan which meant 'Descendant of none' in the old tongue. 
Life in the orphanage wasn't easy. they didn't have much means but tried to feed, clothe and educate their charges to the best of their ability. even to this day Alere is sometimes uncomfortable with the luxury the elite Wyvern Corps has in regards to food and lodgings.

Alere never got adopted, and as such considers the sisters and Sheila his closest family, he grew up helping in the kitchen and helped the  children learn to read, something he was quite fond of himself. He was on okay terms with the other orphans, bullies left him alone since it was known he could toss them around like a sack of potatoes. Because of this the more timid children often stayed near him for protection.

When he was 8 he came across an interesting sight in an alleyway, a Nightstorm hatchling pinned by the wing underneath an overturned merchant's wagon. It had apparently been stuck there for a while as it only weakly raised it's head when he approached it to help. He easily lifted the wagon and swooped the poor creature into his arms, running into the street.
Crying in panic he made his way to a city guard, explaining what happened between wails, pleading for her to help 'the kitten' as he called it. She led him to their baracks where she introduced herself as Sheila, putting him at ease with something to drink and assuring him that the hatchling will be fine with some love and care. Sheila questioned him in regards to his parents and how he came across the young wyvern. In the end she brought him and the newly christened Raum back to Saint Cassiel's.

In the days following the incident Sheila came by to visit to learn more about this young child with the golden heart and the strength to carry a hatchling all the way to a guardpost. in time she taught Alere how to take care of Raum and once he was old enough introduced him to the Wyvern corps, where he and Raum could enlist to help the city. eventhough it was never made official, Alere considers Sheila the closest thing to his mother.
in the academy Alere was a bit of an odd one at first, most people work their way up to have a wyvern asigned to them, not bring their own along. nevertheless he could gained the approval of his peers for his valour and determination. since his academy days Alere has proved his worth as a capable combat medic, several soldiers owing their lives to his and Raum's efforts. His sole wish in life is to make the people who raised him, who had no obligation to do so, proud of him.
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 Combat Information
 Primary Division: Wyvern Corps
Secondary Division: Assault Troops
Weapons:
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 zweihander (displayed in profile pic). Alere's weapon barely qualifies as a sword, having no real edge to speak of but instead wounding by impact, making it useful even against armoured -or scaled- opponents. the handguard is basically another fortification to prevent the weapon from slamming apart with each blow, evidenced by the many rivets along the handle. It's hefty weight (35 kg) makes it a slow weapon, so Alere usually reserves it for a finishing blow, opting to use the wide blade as an impromptu shield until he can spot an opening. however when needed he can swing it with suprising speed and accuracy, this does drain his stamina rather quickly though.

Standard bow: Seeing as how he's a rubbish shot he usually leaves his bow and quiver on Raum, using it more to hunt for game than in battle.

Medical supplies: ranging from anti-septics to scalpels, this tightly wound satchel has enough basic supplies for field dressing wounds to stabilize a patient until he can properly treat them at base.
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 Abilities:
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 Alere strong physique and Raum's high landspeed made them ideal candidates to transport wounded soldiers, as such Alere has been trained as a field medic, which involves stabilizing a wounded person for transport, as of late he is undergoing training for trauma surgery, so he can help out the wounded back at base.

Strength: ever since a child, Alere has been gifted with astonishing strength, being able to lift several times his own weight. The origins of this power is unclear, some say he has been enchanted as a child or was fed a powerful potion. Others think he's not entirely human, being part giant or troll.  Other still say it's the old blood, heritage from the Old Dragonslayers who fought and killed dragons in single combat during the Extinction War, or so the myths say.
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 Techniques/Spells: 
Whistling orders: Seeing the dangers of verbal communication to give combat orders during a battle, Alere trained Raum and himself to give eachother commands through series of short whistles, effectively letting them 'talk' in very basic terms -such as left right, stay, hide etc... .
  Other Information 
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Raum is Alere's companion wyvern. She's a Nightstorm Wyvern, making her black fur accompanied by lightning elemental powers. These can range from deadly lightning bolts to playful zaps from her tail or claws. Her tail and bladed wings are easily her most powerful melee weapons, capable of giving bone breaking blows and limb tearing cuts. She stands at 2.5 metres high (from withers) and measures 7 metres from tip to tail. She weighs a hefty 4 tons.

Because of an injury when she was a hatchling she isn't a nimble flyer, limiting it to a means of transportation and not combat. Raum makes up for this with her landspeed, having been forced to run everywhere has made her quite nimble and swift, easily maneuvering through forests, foilage or if needed, crowds.

Raum has been with Alere since they were both young, growing up alongside eachother, as such they have a bond of trust and companionship far overpassing master and pet. While in general mischievous and playful she can get jealous of others getting to close to Alere, preffering to use said zaps instead of being overly aggressive. She is very vocal, growling or grumbling when angered or displeased and purring when she's happy and content. Maybe even more surprising is her chirping and whistling during play, sounding something like an overgrown cockatiel.
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